Death Is The Martyr Of Beauty

Drink with the nectar
Of submission
I feel nothing more
Than existence
A loneliness
That will not
Come off

In the narcissism
Of the harbour
We are lost
Vaster then night
My pride
My threat
My thrust
This is beyond very fond
All with beyond

Is this the final exorcism?
Of an obsession
In the obsession?
Swept clean of the past
And its errors

Shall we take new roads
We shall take new roads
Look, lost
Vast night
Tearing and loating
Thrashing without you
To the church of tomorrow

Death is the martyr of beauty
Look, kere is our runic wreath
Look here!